Fame and fortune, facts of lifeMost of what makes it is useless tripeSo change the angle of the battle planTo hit the targetFame and fortune, fancy thatNothing but rabbits come out of the hatSo try to catch a falling star,Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jarAnd throw it far awayNow the point is back to frontSee-through peopleSee-through monumentsNo empireThe beginning, at the ending (one goes up, one goes down)Smash a face against the wallGrind a face into the ground - Oh NoPretty faces on the wall - They FallHeat to boiling, disappear in the skySlash the ashes, and bake into a piePretty faces on the ground - Oh No, No, NoFame and fortune is a stupid game andFame and fortune is the game I playI play forever